Handmade Candle - Heartbeat

Let yourself be guided by the rhythm of your heartbeat. He invites you to lend your ears and listen to him whisper to you in his drum rolls all the History of the World... It's a tale where we marvel at the wind and water, the dawn and of the night. We revel in the scent of vanilla, rum and Oud wood… It is an ode to Love and a hymn to Life. Always love! love again Always love! Love again! When love leaves, hope flees. Love is the cry of the dawn, Love is the anthem of the night. What the waves say to the shores, What the wind says to the old mountains, What the star says to the clouds, It is the ineffable word: Love! Love makes one think, live and believe. He has to warm the heart, A ray more than glory, And this ray is happiness! Like ! whether we praise them or blame them, Always the big hearts will love: Join this youth of the soul To the youth of your brow! Love, in order to charm your hours! So that we can see in your beautiful eyes Inner delights The mysterious smile! Let us always love more! Let's unite better every day. The trees grow in foliage; May our soul grow in love! Let us be the mirror and the image! Let's be the flower and the perfume! The lovers, who, alone in the shade, Feel two and are one! The poets look for the beauties. The woman, angel of chaste favors, Loves to cool under its wings These great burning and dreamy foreheads. Come to us, touching beauties! Come to me, you, my good, my law! Angel ! come to me when you sing, And when you cry, come to me! We alone understand your ecstasies. For our mind is not mocking; Because the poets are the vases Where women pour out their hearts. Me who does not seek in this world That the only reality, Me who lets flee like the wave All that is only vanity, I prefer to the goods that get drunk The pride of the soldier or the king, The shadow you make on my book When your forehead bends over me. Any ambition ignited In our mind, subtle blaze, Fall in ashes or fly in smoke, And you say to yourself, “What’s left? » All pleasure, barely bloomed flower In our dark and dull April, Flakes off and dies, lily, myrtle or rose, And we say to ourselves: “So it’s over! » Only love remains. O noble woman If you want in this vile stay, Keep your faith, keep your soul, Keep your God, keep love! Keep in your heart, without fear, Should you cry and suffer, The flame that cannot be extinguished And the flower that cannot die! Victor Hugo.